Alzheimer's Progression is not Linear...
So anticipating what might be needed or how to respond/care is so difficult. My husband has been diagnosed since 5/2023 with Alzheimer's which was certainly happening well before that. In all the research, and support groups, and meetings, and readings, and doctor's visits, and clinical trials, I've been navigating dizzily I see that the progression does not evolve in any particular order.
My husband, for example, is well aware of himself and what is happening. He is not in denial = worse = he is in an ever downward spiral of deep and agonizing depression (and anger) for knowing what is happening to him. I have written before about his temperament which is more the exacerbation of his own less than positive personality traits. With that in mind, I find the "advice" that is provided as a standard with regard to dealing with agitation/aggression simply not applicable for me. For example: the first rule is "don't argue." I don't, he does, invariably on everything and there is no way that I can imagine of fending off the increasing aggression that develops with any small instance. The advice continues with: "distract." He is not that far gone. There is no way to distract him from the perceived problem he is focusing on. He has the capacity and the wherewithal to understand exactly what is going on. His arguments aren't rational and sometimes border on paranoia but he cannot be diverted from the perceived issue he is distressed about. Apologies mean little except more fodder for his diatribes.
And as I have expressed before this is all so withering. I suppose there are no answers right now as we (he and I) seem to be in this purgatory of a state where the advise, support and resources available are really for someone that is further along in the disease. In the meantime his abilities continue diminishing. Recently the fact that he can no longer drive set off a rage that continues and his anger is targeted towards me alone. In his mind I am not compassonate enough about his losses, not empathetic enough. Perhaps I am not. Some of that could be the wearing down of my own abilities to extend myself to a person who is really marinating in his misery and truly wasting precious time while actually, at times, blaming me for the disease — this wouldn't have happened but for the stress I cause him says he.
He sits and stares, he lies down and stares. And does nothing else but expects me to come up with new ideas to provide something else to engage his interests while there is nothing else he wants to do. Never did. Never had hobbies or interest outside of work and running. Now that he can no longer do either (add the loss of driving) and he is simply miserable. My ideas do nothing.
Just my ramble for this Sunday morning.